My heart has grown heavy,
I'm stretched too thin.
This game, it's finally over--
And yes, that means you win.
That is, if winning is losing,
'Cause you've lost me, you see:
It's sanity I'm choosing,
No more walls, just serenity.
The pretenses, facades--willpower dies.
Trying so hard not to be something,
That we really are nothing but lies.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
My heart has grown heavy,
I'm stretched too thin.
This game, it's finally over--
And yes, that means you win.
That is, if winning is losing,
'Cause you've lost me, you see:
It's sanity I'm choosing,
No more walls, just serenity.
The pretenses, facades--willpower dies.
Trying so hard not to be something,
That we really are nothing but lies.
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